0 comments/ 106725 views/ 5 favorites Conquering Beauty By: BeautyInDarkness Her pale skin glistened from the slash of moonlight that fell across her cheek. Her arms pulled on the bonds another uncountable time, wishing they would loosen, wondering where she was, and who had done this to her. She remembered getting ready to go out, dressing her curvy frame in skintight black vinyl. Anne wasn’t a skinny girl. She was about 5’9 and weighed 165 pounds, but it was all in the right places. She had large breasts, and long legs, and the right amount of tummy to be undeniably sexy. Men worshiped her, even the straight-laced men who would never admit to going for her type, but it’s amazing how many normal men are into the ‘goth’ look. She had slid the smooth black plastic corset over her head and tightened the laces, so her firm DD breasts were pushed up and together, creating the most beautiful creamy half moons against her chest. She slipped into the tight pair of black vinyl pants, covered in zippers and straps over her well built legs, and adding a pair of black boots. And then…what? Nothing that she could remember… She looked around the small dark room. It didn’t really matter how she got here, as long as she got out. She was naked and bound at her wrists, the darkness of the room consumed her, save that beam of light from a tiny window. The dark licked at her skin, as if trying to suck her into the depths. The sheets underneath her were black, satin by the feel of them, and smooth and enticing against her skin. There were dead roses pinned to the walls, and one framed photograph of a pale woman with long dark hair, and very red lips, stretching her body out on a bed of rose petals. The woman looked remarkably like her… A sound stopped her musing, and a door to her left opened, revealing a large figure framed by the light from a hallway. The figure closed the door and walked gracefully over to the bed, carefully avoiding her, and the bed. He crouched in a corner and stared at her from under heavily lashed eyes. Penetrating her with his gaze. The man got up and walked slowly to the bed, looking down on her white flesh with an almost pained look skewing his dark features. He was as pale as she, but taller, with long sable brown hair that brushed his hips when he walked, and eyes as green as a forest at dusk. He was slender, but his movements betrayed a contained agility and strength. He sat down next to her and whispered her name, his lips caressing the single syllable, as if he was rubbing velvet along her thighs. His voice slid down her skin, and buried itself in her abdomen, causing it to ache. He looked into her eyes and slowly bent down to her soft belly, and flicked his tongue like a cat tasting cream. His glistening wet lips pressed a soft kiss below her navel and he groaned. “Please…”she said, her voice wavering with fear “Leave me alone.” He lifted his head and stared at her, shook his head gently. The strands of his hair brushed along her waist and sent shivers up her spine. Without a word he kissed his way a path up between her breasts, and gently bit her neck. As tears slid down her cheek, he kissed each one away, and held her close. His wet lips pressed softly against hers, his soft pink tongue probing her cavernous mouth. He slid his tongue between her lips and licked the inside of her mouth, exploring the cavern. He stripped off the white shirt he wore, and let the black jeans fall to a puddle at his ankles, never stopping to look away from her body. He climbed on the bed, fluid movements as he straddled her hips and held down her already bound wrists. He roughly used his knee to spread her legs. She tried to kick him, hit him, use anything she could to get him off her, but it was useless. He was much stronger, and larger then her. She managed to knee his thigh, and he snarled, and moved down to bite her sharply at her collarbone, and her neck. Her pitiful whimpers echoed in the room as he put his swelling cock at the entrance of her sex. He pushed so slightly, just so the tip of his head was in her, he groaned again. A gush of wetness covered the tip of his shaft, and he looked up, into her eyes, with a smirk. It was the smirk of a man who knew what he did to women, the smirk that said he knew that on some level, she would like whatever he did to her. He pushed slowly into her tight passage, until he was buried to the hilt, and he didn’t move for a minute, waiting for her reaction. And then it came, through her animalistic instincts, she moved her hips, so slightly, but it was a thrust downwards. He started thrusting into her, a slow endless rhythm as he held her wrists above her head. She arched her back and moaned, unable to stave off the pressure building inside her. His teeth captured one thrust up nipple and he sucked and nibbled it until she squirmed. He increased his speed, biting her neck, and licking hot wet trails down her breasts and stomach, as she met his every thrust, becoming just as hazed and frenzied as he. His dark hair swept across her face and breasts, kissing her lips and tickling her arms. The pressure inside her was almost unbearable, peaking at that build. She thrust to meet him once more and froze, as her entire body shuddered with the power of her release. Her muscles clenched tight around the intrusion in her body and squeezed him until he collapsed on top of her, in his own shattering orgasm. He kissed her softly and looked into her eyes. “I’ll be back later.” He said with a smirk, and dressed himself. He walked out the door into the pale light of the hallway To Be Continued... Conquering Beauty Ch. 2 Conquering Beauty: What Happened Next She fell asleep on those damp, sweat soaked sheets. Wondering at her own instincts with a strange man on top of her. The gentle curve of her alabaster back faced the door, silken white skin flowing down over full rounded buttocks. Her white thighs lay askew, as her ankles were still tied down, but soft, and inviting, and that is how he found her again. He trailed his soft elegant fingers down the cascade of her spine, stopping above her firm ass. His long black hair trailed across her thighs, as he gazed down at her tear-streaked cheeks. He resisted the urge to kiss those trails. He woke her gently, by kissing a path from her shoulder to her lower back, and up again. She moaned as she woke, forgetting where she was, and why she was there. When she realized who it was, she jerked away from him as best she could, and cowered away from his touch. With a considering look he said, “I brought you food, I supposed you might be hungry…but…if you don’t want to eat it, I will.” She looked at what he had brought; a tray of raspberries, strawberries, and cream. She turned away. “Very well” she heard his deep voice echo from behind her. His large hand came over her shoulder and pushed her hard onto her back. He pulled at the restraints so they were as tight as they could get, holding her in place. Though she squirmed, her body barely moved, and her abductor placed one bright raspberry on her pale belly. He just looked at it for a minute, the contrast of color, tastes, and textures. He slowly bent his head forward, long hair brushing her hips, and took the berry into his mouth, tongue sweeping across that pale expanse of skin. Her body shuddered and she made a small noise in the back of her throat. He then went about placing a long trail of cream starting from her left hip and exploring up around her navel, and between her breasts, to the delicate curve of her collarbone. He placed berries along this path of cream, and slowly nibbled and ate his way from her neck down to her hip. He looked up at her with those dark considering eyes, and slowly kissed down her hip to her inner thigh. “No, please! Haven’t you done enough? Oh please…” she said, and her whimpers turned to quiet tears, falling down her cheeks. He licked slowly, so gently to her silt, which was wet with her juices, her body’s natural reaction to what was happening. He licked down her slit, not entering her, just wetting her lips, and he sighed. He buried his tongue in those wet folds, that tangy sweetness invading his mouth. He licked to either side of her clit and then around it, in tiny circles, without actually making contact with it. Then he plunged his tongue into her, and she gasped, and cried out. With one quick lick to her clit, he moved his body over hers, his erection pressing into her wet flesh, and he looked into her eyes. Silently, the tears streamed down her cheeks, and she looked right back at him; defiant still. He moved his hips restlessly, until he was poised at her dripping entrance and just held there, for minutes, until her body started to make those same restless movements, and he knew, despite what she thought, and despite that look in her eyes, she wanted it as much as he did. He thrust forward hard, without warning, and buried him self to the hilt. She writhed beneath him, her back arching up, exposing one perfectly dusted pink nipple. He licked the upturned offering quickly and pulled her hair so her neck arched back, exposed. She cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure with the thrusting rhythm building inside her. He bit hard down her neck, in spaces down her collarbone, and nipped her nipples. Harder and faster he pounded into her sopping wet flesh, until he could no longer hold back, and he could tell that her cries weren’t of pain. They both came in a shattering orgasm, neither of them knowing where one started and the other began. Bodies melting into each other, the skin pressed so hard together, it might as well have been one. She sighed, and buried her face in his neck, and slept.